“ ‘From this night forth, shall I call this maid my sister?’ ” “That’s all the old fellow requires of me?” Landly asked Mr. Ashwhit. “I just march up to the gate, knock, and when he steps out I say those words?” Mr. Ashwhit confirmed that it was so. He continued reading from Landly’s father’s will: “ ‘Mr. […]
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(fantasy short story) Lazarus Thirrup was a farmer of cabbages, and his cabbages were renowned throughout the districts north of Ib, where the farmlands are rich enough to grow cabbages the size of pumpkins. Each Samhain following the first frost, it was the custom of Lazarus Thirrup to take a barrow of cabbages to Ib, […]
(fantasy short story) Harry Fenton had a habit of arriving early at The Black Crow, at least an hour before any respectable patron could reasonably be expected to have finished his day’s work and show up for a pint and a chat. As far as Harry’s day’s work went, well, his employment was a subject […]
(A dark fairy tale) Once upon a while there were three brothers who lived with their parents in the midst of a vast forest, and if there were any other people in the forest, they knew nothing of them, for they found no trails other than those they themselves, or the game in the forest, […]
Threnilith could not remember the last word she had spoken. As she sat alone in the convent dungeon, she often wondered if she had used it well. She had not spoken of love for anyone she left behind in the long line of mist-covered hills that rose high above the coast, for Threnilith loved none […]
The King Ouroboros Turan-Vor didn’t care overmuch for being cheated at dice, despite the fact that during the waning of the green moon Islith it needs must be that his luck wane along with that baleful sphere, the domain of those spirits who follow the cult of the amphibious, phosphorescent marsh wyrms so beloved of […]
I didn’t bother knocking on the door when I got to Circe’s house. Her mom was still at work, and Circe would be around back, in what she called her laboratory, an old smithy, a shallow cave under a ledge of rock under the bluff. A little brook cascaded over the lip of the bluff […]
A couple of weeks ago I complained about the lack of depth, metaphysical depth particularly, in the Harry Potter books and in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials series. Both novels let us down in that regard, because both deal with magic, the supernatural, and environments where people ought to be preoccupied with The Way Things […]
Isn’t 2012 supposed to be the year it all ends? Better get this down fast…. When the news about Apollo 1265 leaked out and was finally confirmed, the cynics said we were all so calm because we just didn’t know how to react. We’d never been told the world was going to come to an […]
Torrence was so jealous of the woman he ignored, that he was quite beside himself…. The Man Who Talked to Himself William Brace scowled with irritation as the conversation in the tap room hushed before the door had quite closed behind the slouching figure now standing under the Tiffany glass lamp. The old man shivered […]
